"I am the Wanderer
I've seen many a shore
But the road I long the most to go
Is closed for evermore"
^ Great taste-Brilliant artist !!!
Arcade Fire- Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)
And if the snow buries my...
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying,
Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around,
We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow
You change all the lead sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn...
Then, we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that,
The names we used to know
But sometimes,
We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents...
Well, whatever happened to them?!
You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
It's the song I've been trying to sing...
Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!
PJ Harvey- DRY
I caught it in the face
Coming around again
I thought it was worth waiting
You're caught up in my head
Wet sides from time to time
But mostly I'm just dry
You leave me dry
You leave me dry
You leave me dry
You've come all this way
No hair out of place
You put it on the stage
You put right in my face
You leave me dry
You leave me dry
You leave me dry
No water well in sight
No water at my sides
I'm sucking on the well
I'm sucking 'till I'm white
But you leave me dry
You leave me dry
You leave me dry
You leave me dry
You leave me dry
- Artist
The XX
life---> <---me
"I am the Wanderer
I've seen many a shore
But the road I long the most to go
Is closed for evermore"
Bright Eyes- Something Vague
Now and again it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air as you'll climb up the stairs
to that coffin you call your apartment.
And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair
and drink the cold away.
And you're not really sure what you're doing this for
but you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.
There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away.
It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago
And I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived
as a kid with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air
with nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark,
for all those starving eyes to see,
like the ones we've wished on.
But now I'm confused. Is this death really you?
And do these dreams have any meaning?
No. No, I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.
Beach House - Zebra
Beach House - Myth